With the steps of our
future we walk through this gloomy door,
Executioners, Enigmas
and rules find abhor.
“Unless, someone like
you cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to
get better, it’s not”.
Words left unsaid,
deeds left undone,
Life is skipping
away, the arrows clicking has only just begun.
“In headaches and in
worry, vaguely life leaks away,
And time will have
his fancy, tomorrow or today”.
Life is but a grain
of sand,
Precious and unique,
confusing and lost like a barren land.
So astonishing it is
that we live without hope,
Burdened by own miseries,
we could not cope.
His presence is what
made moments,
His actions turned to
omens.
He ticks and tocks
his way around, marking his presence,
And, we must remember
one thing that no matter what “Time is of the Essence”.